(Crowe)
One of these streets
The city of dreams
Wakes anticipating
In the doorway I lean
On the corner of 44th & 9th
Ain`t nothing to be seen
But this is where Lennie lives
The pain gets worse
But I ignore it
It don`t really hurt if there ain`t a pill for it
I see so many blackbirds
The end of it all
My luck`s a baby sister
You gotta be responsible
You listen to her talking `bout the colour of her hair
You gotta notice sooner or later
If it starts wearing thin
Charlie told me that he didn`t understand
How I could do anything but sing with the band
I said Charlie
I still wear the scars from letting my emotions ride
Touring bar to bar
Something had to stop me
Something had to make me keep it in
I`m cheered by the thought
Of so much thinking
Sad song singers
Never depress me
So much to say she`d buy
Ten stories a day
He`d like wine with the west wind
If you are going that way
Everything new carries it`s threat
I work myself open
I`m so deep in debt
I`ve stopped working
I`m waiting for the chains
Perspectives your cloud baby
Here comes the rain